Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.